Genius commoner

Chapter 266
Yan Xiyan's voice was neither high nor low, but to the people around her, it was like a thunderbolt hitting the top of the head.

His father Ye Huihuang, her mother's name is Yan Xiyan, and his grandfather's name is Ye Wufeng?Doesn't this mean that Ye Zixuan is the son of Yan Xiyan and Ye Huihuang?That is, the young master of the Ye family?Not only the shrewd woman and Wu Hao were stunned, but Gongsunjia, Zhou Yuanyuan and the others also had their eyes stiffened, with an expression of disbelief. They obviously didn't expect Ye Zixuan to be from the Ye family.

It's just that they have never heard of Yan Xiyan having a son. Ye Tianlong once sank into the bottom of the river in an accident 13 years ago. When did she have a son like Ye Zixuan?Moreover, Jiang Jingyao had clearly told them that Ye Zixuan came from Mount Dharma thousands of miles away, so why did he suddenly become the young master of the Ye family?It's just unbelievable.

Gongsun Jia stared at Ye Zixuan sharply, with suspicion and coldness, as if he wanted to judge the origin of the boy in front of him.

When all kinds of surprises flickered in everyone's eyes, only Lin Baozhi didn't take it seriously, and there was a hint of banter in his eyes.

After a brief silence, Yan Xiyan unceremoniously shouted to the shrewd woman: "For the sake of the old man's birthday today, and because you are a guest at the banquet, Yan Xiyan doesn't care about you like you, but just tells you , don't provoke Ye Zixuan in the future, and don't want to slap him in the face every now and then, otherwise I'm worried that you will bring shame on yourself."

"Brothers and sisters, this is a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding."

Lin Baozhi squeezed out a smile and eased the dull atmosphere: "The child's matter is over. Secretary Zhu is the person I brought. I offended my younger siblings and Zixuan with my words. I apologize to you on her behalf. I also hope that you will look after Ye For the sake of old age, there are a lot of adults, so don't worry about it." He also waved his hand to signal the rest of the guests and shouted: "Everyone leave."

He also turned his head to the shrewd women: "I haven't apologized to Mrs. Ye and Zixuan yet."

Wu Hao, Secretary Zhu, and the young men all bowed and shouted, "Madam Ye, I'm sorry, Young Master Ye, I'm sorry."

Regardless of whether they are willing or not, they need to bow their heads at this moment. Money may bring people the pleasure of spending a lot of money, but power is really a long knife for the superior to kill. Facing this sharp long knife, the wealthy businessmen can only hang their necks and wait for the blood to splatter three feet.

Shen Wansan, who was extremely wealthy during Zhu Yuanzhang's period, Qiao Zhiyong, who was connected to the world in the late Qing Dynasty, the Du family who was known as the overlord of Huahai in the Republic of China, the Huang family and the Rong family in the 50s, and many wealthy families who suffered disasters, all witnessed the sharp knife of power In all likelihood, those who tried to resist would be slaughtered by the power more miserably.

Secretary Zhu, Wu Hao and the others were able to participate in Ye Lao's [-]th birthday banquet because they were people with a certain status and background. They also knew in their hearts that power kills people without blood, and they knew the difference between themselves and Yan Xiyan and the Ye family. He would not challenge the latter with a straight face, so Qi Qi apologized to calm Yan Xiyan's anger: "I owe you, Madam, please forgive me."

"Self-respect."

Yan Xiyan snorted coldly, then pulled Ye Zixuan towards the door: "Zixuan, let's go in."

After Ye Zixuan followed Yan Xiyan into the gate in silence, Lin Dai'er stretched out her hand to grab Lin Baozhi and asked, "Uncle, is Ye Zixuan really Mrs. Ye's son?"

"Daier, can you use your brain?"

At this moment, Jiang Jingyao, who happened to appear and knew what happened just now from Gongsunjia, snorted noncommittally: "How could Ye Zixuan be Mrs. Ye's son? When did you hear that she had a son? No, there was once, but 13 He fell into the river and died years ago, and I know Ye Zixuan very well, he is the boy from the mountain."

Jiang Jingyao thought of Ye Zixuan who was running around in shorts six years ago: "I went back to the countryside for a few months and met him dozens of times. If he was the youngest of the Ye family, do you think he might appear near Mount Dharma? ? Also, who of you has heard of his existence in these years? Ye Furong is a gossip person, and she has the closest relationship with Yan Xiyan."

"She doesn't even know that Ye Zixuan is from the Ye family, do you think Ye Zixuan has this reincarnation luck?"

When Lin Daier and Gongsunjia nodded, Zhou Yuanyuan asked, "Why did Mrs. Ye say it was his son?"

Jiang Jingyao glanced at Lin Baozhi, who was smiling and silent, and she became more confident: "One is that she is kind-hearted, and she doesn't want to see him being bullied by you; the other is that she is grateful. I heard that Ye Zixuan treated her snake venom, and it hurts more or less." Delayed effect, today is Ye Lao's [-]th birthday, if you treat Ye Zixuan like this, she can't see it and wants to fight the injustice."

In the opinion of Jiang Jingyao, who had received Ye Zixuan's treatment, it must be Ye Zixuan who cured Yan Xiyan's snake venom to gain trust, but she couldn't say it as Gongsunjia, and it would make her experience being noticed: "It's just that I feel that the teacher is unknown, Using the identity of the master, if you can save it once, you can't save it the second time, so she simply called Ye Zixuan her son."

"As for the so-called loss of the Ye family's reputation, she can change her words and say she is the adopted son at any time."

When Secretary Zhu and the others suddenly realized, Lin Baozhi said meaningfully: "It's fine if you think about it this way. If Ye Zixuan is really Yan Xiyan's son, today will not only be Ye Lao's [-]th birthday, but also a scene of recognizing his ancestors and returning to his ancestors." , is there now? Is there any movement in the Ye family? No, and the key point is that he is really the young master of the Ye family,, "

"How can I work so hard in Huahai? I have faced the danger of losing my life several times."

Lin Baozhi also recalled the situation in the No.19 villa. When he let Ye Zixuan live and die, Ye Ronghua just kept protesting and called Ye Kuangren, but he didn't completely tear himself apart to challenge him. Ye Zixuan was the young master of the Ye family. Ye Ronghua will definitely fight him to the death, so he is very confident that Ye Zixuan is the adopted son of Yan Xiyan.

Lin Baozhi waved to everyone, signaling them to go inside quickly and stop blocking the door: "Okay, go in, don't panic about this, Mrs. Ye won't do anything to you, and she won't do anything for a The adopted son fell out with the Zhu family and the Wu family, but don't provoke Ye Zixuan today, lest Mrs. Ye will not be able to step down."

Gongsun Jia and Lin Dai'er nodded in unison, then returned to smile and walked into Ye's house, the fear of Ye Zixuan dissipated without a trace.

The master of ceremonies shouted at the door: "The Jiang family, Jiang Jingyao is here!"

"The Lin family, Lin Daier is here!"

"The Zhou family, Zhou Yuanyuan is here."

Jiang Jingyao was in high spirits, nodding to the other guests like a leader, and then put a thick red envelope at the check-in desk.

The rest followed suit with presents and red envelopes, each of which was full of weight.

The Ye family's garden is very large. The garden is filled with all kinds of colorful lights. Under the interweaving of lights and sunlight, everything nearby becomes gorgeous and bright, which also reduces the chill brought by the cold wind on the top of the mountain. The garden There are red wool carpets on the ground, tables and chairs are placed on both sides of the garden, and expensive red wine and some pastries are placed on the tables.

And around each table, there are two tall, polite waiters standing there to serve, uniformly dressed men and women itinerant waiters, like fish swimming in the sea, under the assignment of each group leader , with the fastest speed, appearing where it should appear most, and dealing with all kinds of small problems requested by the guests.

All this looks messy, but in fact it is orderly.

"Zixuan, don't worry about those people. After a long time, they will feel that they are superior."

Yan Xiyan was worried that Ye Zixuan's mood would be spoiled by Secretary Zhu and the others, so she comforted her son softly: "If you really don't like them, mother will teach them a lesson some other day."

Ye Zixuan smiled lightly: "It's okay, I'm used to it, these people can't hurt me, they will only be irritated."

Yan Xiyan snorted: "I have already told them that you are my son, if they dare to provoke you again, I will abolish them."

Ye Zixuan shook his mother's hand vigorously: "You are an elder, I will take care of this trivial matter."

Yan Xiyan nodded with a smile: "Okay, you can deal with it yourself. Mom won't let you get rid of the blisters. If you can't figure it out, let me say it again." Then she changed the subject: "When I went out just now, I saw Song Jincheng and Shen Wan Qian, they followed Mr. Zhang to pay homage to the old man's birthday, I know you have a grudge with Song Forbidden City, today is a special day, please bear with me."

"Of course, if you really want to do something, your mother will support you unconditionally."

Ye Zixuan laughed: "Don't worry, I'm sensible."

When Yan Xiyan nodded slightly, Ye Zixuan who walked in could clearly see the bustling scene in Yejia Garden.

The men are in suits and leather shoes, with elegant demeanor, and the women are in evening dresses, with graceful demeanor. At the entrance of the main building, Ye Zixuan also saw Ye Huihuang and the others in uniform, looking at the passing guests with smiles on their faces, Several beautiful women also stood beside them to welcome the guests, they were undoubtedly the second generation of the Ye family.

A little further away, there are a few men and women in Chinese clothes under the age of 30, among them is Tang Xixi, who is wearing a well-tailored purple dress, smiling coquettishly and holding the arm of a burly man, quite attractive Eyeballs, Tang Xixi was originally very beautiful, but now with that dress, from a distance, she looks like a queen in a fairy tale.

Noble and beautiful.

In the middle of the garden, there is also a stage with a white piano on it, and three luthiers are playing various famous songs in turn.

"Zixuan, I'll take you there and let your uncle and the others get to know each other."

Yan Xiyan, who had been holding Ye Zixuan all the time, said in a low voice: "They don't know you exist yet."

Ye Zixuan hesitated for a moment, and finally followed Yan Xiyan and walked over slowly.

Just arrived at the entrance of the main building, and before Yan Xiyan could speak out to introduce Ye Zixuan to everyone, Ye Kuangren ran out from inside, followed by Song Jincheng and Shen Wanqian with helpless faces, and Ye Kuangren who was always coaxing As if he made a mistake, he touched his head and shouted to Ye Huihuang and the others: "Brother, sister-in-law, it's not good, I accidentally provoke the old man."

"He is in a bad mood now and doesn't want to come out to meet the public. Let us celebrate by ourselves."

When the faces of several members of the Ye family changed, a man with a square face shouted in a deep voice: "Fourth, what are you doing again?"

Ye Jianguo, with the attitude of a patriarch: "At this juncture, can't you be more peaceful?"

Another middle-aged man with long hands and long feet, Ye Reform, also stared wide-eyed: "Today is the old man's birthday, if you make him unhappy, don't you make us unhappy too."

Ye Kuangren curled his lips, and Song Jincheng said behind him: "He trampled on a tape that Mr. Zhang gave to Mr. Ye. Not only Mr. Ye was unhappy, but Mr. Zhang also lost his temper."

Shen Wanqian nodded to Ye Zixuan, and then echoed: "Mr. Ye and Mr. Zhang said, just give them a few steamed buns and a pot of water. We will eat the banquet ourselves."

When Ye Zixuan was thinking, everyone poked Ye Kuangren's head with their fingers.

Ye Kuangren muttered: "I promised to repair the tape, but they refused. If I hadn't run fast, my legs would have been broken."

Ye Huihuang frowned: "The old man has a stubborn personality. The older he gets, the more he looks like a child. He can't tell, and it's really possible he won't."

Yan Xiyan glanced at the guests behind her, and first suppressed Ye Zixuan's matter: "Let's persuade them together, otherwise it will be really difficult to step down tonight."

She knows that the old people who have lived to this age and status are more willful.

Tang Xixi and the others gathered together, with a look of worry on their faces.

"I'll let Lao Ye come out."

Before the members of the Ye family went to the back mountain to ask Ye Wufeng to come out, Ye Zixuan said something softly. When everyone was slightly startled, he turned and walked towards the large stage in the middle. Ye Jianguo and Ye Reform frowned slightly and looked around. After looking around, he shouted, "Which family is this kid from? With such a big tone, can he call the old man out?"

Ye Reform also narrowed his eyes: "What is he doing on the stage? Are you going to shout with a loudspeaker?"

Shen Wanqian smiled leisurely: "This is my brother."

Song Jincheng pushed his glasses with a look of interest.

A graceful and luxurious woman came over: "What is he doing?"

"Big Brother, Second Brother, Sister-in-law, don't be impatient."

Ye Huihuang and Yan Xiyan glanced at each other. They didn't know what Ye Zixuan was going to do, but they believed in the latter, thinking that Ye Zixuan would create a miracle, so they immediately reached out to stop a few members of the Ye family who wanted to grab Ye Zixuan down , Ye Kuangren also stood up and pulled his nephews aside: "Let him go! Let him go! No one can interfere."

Ye Zixuan moved elegantly and sat down on a piano, adjusted the microphone enough to allow the sound to spread to every corner of the Ye family garden, and then said politely:
"In Xia Zixuan, the following song is dedicated to Ye Lao and Zhang Lao."

The sound was bright enough to quiet down the noisy audience, and then many people approached the middle of the stage to see what was going on. The luthiers took turns playing from noon, and occasionally sang a few songs , but it has never been announced like this to remind the audience. At the moment, everyone approached with curiosity, and Jiang Jingyao also moved and moved closer to scan.

At the same time, she snorted softly in her heart: She's making a splash again!

She was very disdainful of Ye Zixuan's way of trying to win the favor of the old man. The old man of two centuries is really able to please with a song, and everyone will not have such a headache.

Not far away, Guan Changyi also grabbed Zhang Zuimo, and looked at the stage with a look of disgust in his eyes: "This kid, unexpectedly appeared in Ye's house?"

She dragged Zhang Zuimo towards a graceful lady.

Ye Zixuan whispered the second sentence: "Old Ye, Mr. Zhang, thank you."

The next second, Ye Zixuan's fingers landed on the keys, the sound of the piano sounded, the notes jumped, and Ye Zixuan's voice also flew to Ye's family.

The slender fingertips are constantly dancing on the black and white keys, and smooth, clear notes flow out from the fingertips like clouds and flowing water...

"Maybe I bid farewell, and I will never come back, do you understand, do you understand, maybe I fall, and I will never get up..."

"Do you still have to look forward to it forever? If so, don't be sad. The flag of Heping City has our blood-stained demeanor!"

There is no "Nanshan South" that Jiang Jingyao is familiar with, and there is no "Thousand Thousand Que Songs" that makes Shen Wanqian feel emotional. Instead, it is an old war song from a certain era.

At the same time, a song video appeared on the big screen.

The familiar melody instantly attracted the attention of many elders and dignitaries.

Ye Zixuan's voice is full of magnetism and passion. It rises and falls with the rhythm of the piano, and then turns to the soft bass, sublimation. Every word reflects each other with the jumping black and white piano pieces. It is a veteran who resonates , a voice that makes people passionate and passionate, and the scenes of war that make people imagine, the ups and downs are ups and downs, but they release a climax.

"If this is the case, don't be sad. The flag of Heping City has our blood-stained demeanor. Maybe my eyes can no longer be opened. Do you understand my silent feelings?"

"Maybe I can't wake up after a long sleep. Do you believe that I have turned into a mountain? If so, don't be sad. There is love from us in the soil of Heping City."

Yan Xiyan and Zhou Yuanyuan were all quiet, they pricked up their ears to listen, as if they were listening to a battlefield performance.

Shen Wanqian's habitually shaking white fan stopped, and Song Jincheng's eyes flickered with admiration. Many people in the audience were obsessed with Ye Zixuan's singing, and the eyes of the older generation of dignitaries were even more blazing. A lot of energy has been rejuvenated, and it is obvious that they all think of the years of war and the flag that was stained red with blood.

Ye Kuangren and Yan Shihuang, dozens of high-ranking military officials, lost all smiles, looked solemn, and stood upright, like a javelin piercing the sky.

They all looked at the soldiers on the screen and the blood-red flag.

"If this is the case, don't be sad, the flag of Heping City has our blood-stained demeanor,,,"

Ye Zixuan made the last piano sound: "Blood-stained demeanor!"

At the end of a song, people are still there, quiet, quiet, and quiet again.

Yan Shihuang and Ye Kuangren stared at the screen together, stared at the red flag, snapped and saluted at the same time.

In the audience, there was an instant seriousness and indescribable emotion.

Before Ye Zixuan came down from the stage, and before the guests applauded, Ye Furong in Chinese clothes appeared, like a proud peacock, she looked at the brightly dressed Ye Zixuan with hostility and shouted: "Who is there?" Let you come? Who sent you the invitation card? Who asked you to play the piano? Today is grandpa's big day, but you play blood stained demeanor?"

"Are you tearing down Ye's house? Are you hitting my grandfather in the face? Are you trying to say that the birthday feast is bloody?"

"I don't like you very much, I don't welcome you to Ye's house, please leave immediately."

She also shouted to Yan Xiyan who came over: "Third Aunt, I don't like him."

Yan Xiyan's expression turned cold: "Fu Rong, shut up."

"Brother and sister, why are you so angry?"

At this time, a graceful and luxurious lady came over, 1.7 meters tall, with a plump figure, and her appearance was somewhat similar to Ye Furong. She was accompanied by a gloomy official dress and an extremely helpless Zhang Zuimo, a lady in Chinese clothes. Pulling Ye Furong to his side, he smiled and said, "Yesterday you killed Zhang's bodyguard, and today you come to teach my Furong a lesson?"

Her eyes fell on Ye Zixuan's face on the stage: "A mere little liar who treats your illness, what do you mean by protecting and praising you?"

"He's such a bastard, and he's still self-righteous. On the big day, if he plays the blood-stained style, the Ye family will be the joke of the world, and the old man's face will be completely lost by you."

"Why did you bring him into Ye's house? What qualifications does he have to participate in the birthday banquet? You still let him play the piano?"

Amid Ye Furong's secret applause, the lady in Chinese clothes yelled again: "Why?"

"Why?"

Another calm but mighty voice thundered from behind: "Because he is my grandson, Ye Wufeng, is that enough?"

Two white-haired old men appeared among a group of people, with excited expressions, walking tremblingly towards the stage.

Ye Zixuan got up, left the ground, knelt down, spread his hands, kowtowed, and said loudly:

"Ye's No.20 three generations of descendants, Ye Huihuang, son of Yan Xiyan, Ye Tianlong, wish the old man his birthday!"

Jiang Jingyao, Guan Shangyi and the others were stunned for a moment.

(End of this chapter)